The blood imposes all sense
for you, are nothing more to me
i need the kiss t last just as long
while juleit plays her dying song
to kill is to please my dear essence
forced from day to dusk
andif i may become your very nightmare
i'll begin with your metal heart
a sadness that tears the limbs,
to eat away at the very core
never settling, to please thy lady
it turns a corner, a further maybe
i cant shake the feeling i have reckoned
your love dies hardly in my eyes
will your fury take some pain away
amnesia at the very best
i need you sadly to say, to leave out all the rest
and if this kiss shall melt,
just as your act has done its bid
thy lies shall foil and fold,
untold misread , or understood
could i, have been any good?
the next woman whom lies on his bed
should have tasted the the silence of truth
our age fades faster than usual, this is my youth
this is my youth, this is, my very youth.
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